Even under water, the guy was still smiling arrogantly. His originally sharp eyebrows and eyes were softened by the bending of light, carrying a certain fatal temptation.

The other person's arms were pressed against Nie Chuan's ears. Nie Chuan's back was against the swimming pool. He pushed his feet downward and was about to surge forward, but suddenly something pressed on his lips, pushing him down again.

The back of Nie Chuan's head was held tightly by the opponent, and he couldn't move!

The heart is about to burst from the chest!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

Nie Chuan struggled vigorously.

"Achuan! Achuan! Get up and go to class! If you don't get up, I'll stuff your stinky socks in your mouth!"

When Zhou Bin's voice sounded, Nie Chuan opened his eyes wide as if he had been saved, gasping for breath.

"...Hey, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Bin was frightened by Nie Chuan's sweaty face.

"Nothing... nothing..." Nie Chuan tried to stand up, but found that his arms, back and legs were so sore that it made him cry.

He hadn't exercised like he did last night for a long time, so this result was reasonable.

"Hey...are you okay? You look like you were fucked by some European or American guy..."

"You are the one who was... "

“Okay, okay, okay! You’re a strong man, okay? You’re a super strong man, okay? Hurry up and get up!”

Zhou Bin packed up his notebook and left the room.

The moment Nie Chuan lifted the quilt, he felt the urge to spurt blood again: "What are you doing——"

Is he going to wash the quilt again?

Nie Chuan rode his bicycle with difficulty and finished his morning class.

He had just walked out of the classroom when he saw a tall, slender figure leaning against the corridor, chatting and laughing with other female classmates.

It's Carlo.

Nie Chuan thought of his three-day appointment with Carlo. This guy must have come to ask for the answer in person.

Carlo looked refreshed today, wearing a fashionable jacket and jeans that made his legs look longer. Although his smile showed that he was a playboy, he still fascinated many girls.

Nie Chuan's whole body was aching. He just walked over with his head down when he was stopped by Carlo.

"Alan! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Carlo stepped forward and put his arm around Nie Chuan, who immediately fell to one side. Carlo quickly supported him: "Oh my God? Did you go to work? How did you become like this?"

“…”

"Wait, Alan, you haven't told me your decision yet? Are you willing to meet Coach Gordon?"

After these few rounds, Nie Chuan finally understood Carlo's sticky personality.

He took Carlo's arm off his body, looked at him seriously and said, "Okay, you heard me clearly, I am willing to meet Coach Gordon. But I feel that he won't be able to get me. If he thinks I have the ability to join the basketball team, please let me go, ok?"

"Ok! Of course!" Carlo was as happy as a child who got candy. He pulled Nie Chuan's shoulder and walked forward. "I've decided. I will practice basketball with you for two hours every day! Coach Gordon's way of selecting players is that if you are a well-known player in high school, he will observe your games. But you have never participated in any competitions, so he will team you up with newcomers, play practice games, and then analyze and decide whether to keep you."

"Carlo...Carlo...I'm so sore all over today. Let's practice later, okay?"

"Ah? I haven't seen you these past two days, what have you been doing?"

"...playing basketball." Nie Chuan admitted reluctantly.

"Playing basketball? Although you seem to be unwilling on the surface, you actually want to be recognized by Coach Gordon, right?" Carlo rubbed Nie Chuan vigorously, as if he was treating a cat or a dog at home. "You have muscle soreness because you don't exercise enough! So there is an imbalance between the energy produced by aerobic metabolism and the demand for your muscles! If you wait until the lactic acid in your muscles is metabolized, it may take a week! So you should continue to exercise! Ewing and I have already thought of a complete set of training courses for you!"

"Huh? A whole set of what?" Nie Chuan actually felt a sense of sadness as if he was being forced to do something he was not supposed to do.

Isn't playing basketball a joyful thing? Why does he feel so stressed?

When Carlo introduced his training course to Nie Chuan, Nie Chuan had an urge to kill himself.

"What is this lead block used for?"

"Tie it to your legs when you dribble to increase the stability of your lower body!"

"Are you sure I can run with this tied to my body?"

“This is already very light…”

"Why did you dig such a deep hole?"

"I asked you to practice jumping!"

"Are you sure I can jump out of this hole?"

"I'm sure..."

"Just pour water in and drown me..."

In the end, Nie Chuan did not adopt any of Carlo's contact plans, but just followed Carlo to do some basic exercises.

Carlo very loyally accompanied Nie Chuan from the stadium back to the student dormitory.

At the door of the apartment, Nie Chuan saw Serin, who seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Selin! Why are you here?" Nie Chuan tried his best to make his aching body look relaxed.

Serin looked at Nie Chuan, and then looked through Nie Chuan's shoulder at Carlo. She never expected that Carlo would walk with Nie Chuan.

"Alan, I'm going back first. See you tomorrow!"

When Carlo turned around, he did not forget to wink at Nie Chuan. With Carlo's rare serious face, he was unexpectedly charming.

Serin caught up with him in two or three steps: "Wait, Carlo!"

"What's wrong?"

"I've invited Alan to our cheerleading team's pool party this Saturday. Would you and Reese and the others like to come?" Celine's eyes were full of anticipation.

Nie Chuan could almost hear the sound of his heart breaking. After all this trouble, he was the one who got the buy two get one free deal.

Carlo looked at Nie Chuan with interest, and then said, "If Allen participates, I will go too. But Reese has always been a loner, and Ewing and Montenegro seem to have a group project that is really troublesome recently."

"Is that so..." Serin showed a disappointed expression.

"But I will go and tell them." Carlo raised his chin towards Nie Chuan, "See you on Saturday!"

I'll be home on Saturday!

If Reese is going to the pool party, he won't have anything to do with it. Why would he go?

When Carlo walked away, Serin looked at Nie Chuan with curiosity.

"Alan, when did you become so familiar with the basketball team? The other day I saw Reese and you in the Nike sneaker store! Today Carlo actually walked with you to the door of the apartment!"

"Ah, nothing." Nie Chuan didn't want to tell Serin that he was invited to join the basketball team.

"No matter what, as long as I can see Reese on the weekend!" Celine showed a happy expression.

"Hey, Serene."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you really like Reese, or do you regard him as your idol?"

"Of course I really like him! I've had a crush on him since middle school. It's just that he never knew who I was." Serin shrugged, a little helpless.

Nie Chuan looked at Serin for a long time and said, "Have a good weekend. Good night."

"Oh...good night..." Serin was stunned. She had never seen Nie Chuan with such an expression before.

Nie Chuan returned to his room, took a shower, and then lay on the bed to review next week's lessons.

Zhou Bin came back and glanced at Nie Chuan: "How is it? Are you going to the pool party this weekend?"

"No." Nie Chuan put a piece of paper on the book and calculated something seriously.

Zhou Bin smiled and seemed to be able to guess the reason.

He asked again: "Do you still want to play basketball?"

"Of course."

"Do you think you can defeat Reese Reddington one day?"

"do not think so."

"Then why are you calling?"

"I believe I can impress him one day."

"Oh, so your requirements are so low. I thought you wanted to dominate the NBA."

"Get away from me."

At this time, Carlo was practicing one-on-one with Reese, while Ewing and Montenegro stood by and watched.

Although Carlo is very tall, he is very flexible and agile in movement. His fake moves are so realistic that people can't tell the direction. His steps are sometimes gorgeous and sometimes steady. However, every time he is about to pass Reese's defense, he will be intercepted by Reese.

"That's enough... It feels like an endless cycle of failure." Ewing spread his hands while chewing gum. "Anyone who can get through Reese's one-on-one defense can only be seen in the top 32, right?"

"Don't think I didn't hear what you said." Carlo threw the ball to Ewing and walked over with his hands in his pockets. There was a casual smile on his face, but his eyes were threatening. "Are you saying that I'm not at the level of the top 32?"

"Haha!" Ewing shrugged and brought the ball to Reese's side. "How about a two-on-two game?"

Montenegro stood up and walked over. Reese just pulled up the collar of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, lowered his center of gravity, and was ready to defend.

"Hey, wait, let me tell you something first. Our cheerleaders are planning a pool party, do you want to go?"

"No." Ewing curled his lips. "Their topics are always meaningless, or they say I'm cute or something like that. It's so annoying."

Montenegro: "I have a group to do homework. If the deviation value is not ideal, I may not be able to participate in the November competition."

"Where's Reese?"

"I made a one-on-one appointment with the center from City University."

"Ah... I'm so envious, I want to go and see!" Ewing shouted.

"That's a shame. Alan will go! But it seems that Alan can't swim. I'm a little worried that the guys at the party are having too much fun. If Alan falls into the pool, they won't wait until they have laughed enough before trying to get him out, right?"

"Ah? Is that so! Then I'll go! I'll go protect Allen!" Ewing looked serious.

"You? I think you were the one who pushed him down!" Carlo glanced at Reese again, "Can't your one-on-one be rescheduled?"

"cannot."

"All right……"

Montenegro: “Why don’t you ask me anymore?”

"Because the deviation value is very important, you should study hard."